Page 87 of Say I Do

I dialed Tony’s phone. “Go back to the shop and check out this car. If it’s the right one and you find a phone call me back.”

“Heading there now. Almost done with the detailing of your car anyway.”

“Good man.”

I hung up, and Harlow swaggered over to me. “What?” I asked.

“I won.”

“You think so?” I scoffed. “It was after I choked him.”

“The knife in the thigh so close to his cock is what tipped him over the edge.” Harlow narrowed his eyes. “Don’t fuck with me, Benito. We both know I won this one.”

I glanced over at Daniel. “What do you think? Who pushed you over the edge?”

“W— What?” He muttered, his eyes barely focused.

I walked over and slapped him so hard the back of my hand stung. “Who won?” I asked. “Me or him?”

“Please, please,” he whispered. “Don’t kill me.”

I struck him again. “Focus!”

“He won,” Daniel slurred. “Please take the knife out. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts!”

I released Daniel’s shirt as I threw up my hands and backed away. Harlow chuckled behind me, entirely too happy with himself. I turned and pulled his bloody self against me.

“Fine, you won this one. I’ll get you next time.”

“Next time?” he asked. “You’re making it sound like a second date.”

Our eyes locked, and a ball formed in my throat. Maybe that’s what it was. The thought of dating my husband was so stupid, but I wanted it. I craved it. I cupped Harlow’s cheek, and when I didn’t deny his words, pink stained his cheeks.

I leaned forward, and he met me halfway. Harlow’s tongue pried at my lips. At first, I resisted him. I loved when he grew frustrated. Sure enough, he growled against my mouth as his nails dug into my skin. Finally, I opened, and our tongues tangled.

The world fell away when he was in my arms. I’d been taught to be on high alert since I was ten years old, but all that training disappeared when I was with Harlow. I forgot how to keep my training in the forefront, how to keep everyone away at arm’s length so that I could be objective and tactical. When I was with Harlow, I thrived.

“Fuck,” Harlow panted against my lips when we came up for air. “You need to fuck me again.”

“Not right now,” I answered.

Harlow frowned as he stared up at me. “Why not?”

“I won’t have anyone else lay eyes on you. No one. I don’t give a fuck if this asshole is about to die. Even a second of seeing what’s mine is a second too fucking long.”

Some emotion I couldn’t read passed in Harlow’s eyes as soon as it had come. Our lips crashed together again. Our hands desperately roamed as we touched and caressed every inch of each other. Even the sound of Daniel’s pleading and sobbing was ignored in the wake of the passion that gripped my heart and threatened to destroy me.

My phone rang, interrupting our moment. Harlow growled as I pulled away, staring at my phone like he wanted to break it. Knowing him, he did. I took a step away from him as I answered it.

“Yeah?”

“I have it. Want me to bring it to Blu?”

“No. We can’t have it traced back here. Take it out somewhere remote and go through it. Tell me everything when you get back. I want the phone and car destroyed.”

“Sure. I’ll get back to you soon. Your car is being returned to the garage by one of the other guys. Can you get home?”

I glanced down at our blood-stained clothes. “I’ll have Enzo and Gin pick us up. Enzo enjoys a mess to tackle. He can finish the detailing too.”

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